When I was ten years old, the ancestral hall in the west of the village suddenly collapsed. I was buried in it and fell into a coma and almost died.
Since then, I often have the same dream, in which I return to the ancestral hall that has not yet collapsed, surrounded by only darkness that is so thick and cold that it cannot be broken away, and eyes hidden in the darkness that stick to my body like moss.
When I was seventeen years old, I was lying in the dormitory of the county high school and finally stopped having the same nightmare over and over again.
But the bad part is.
…
That gaze, as if from a dream, gradually appeared next to me.
Intention: Things change, good fortune lasts forever